I Am Living in a Land of Death - Citizens, Saints

I’m living in a land of death

The trees are burning grey

There’s a smoldering smoke overhead

And the night looks the same as the day

It seems a miracle that I can stand

When everyone I’ve known

Drifts up in the air with the ash

Every time that the wind starts to blow

But I feel alive with a life that’s not mine

Your law is a stream in this wasteland — my lifeline

So much more than precious gold

Are your promises my lord

By them is your servant warned

In keeping them great reward

Your direction is marked in light

Your law secures my wounds

I will meditate day and night

And in season you’ll harvest your fruit

Though a poison should threaten to kill

I know my savior reigns

And when the breezes of death leave a chill

I’ve got Jesus' blood in my veins

So I feel alive with a life that’s not mine

And I’m believing that that is your intended design

The kingdoms of man have all decayed

The ruins of progress turn to waste

The gods of greed lay in their graves

Darkness is everywhere

But there’s a path in the dark that has emerged

I can see a great light beyond this curse

A brilliant blaze that is your word

A beacon of hope that burns

And I focus my captivated gaze

On the radiant light from Jesus' face

The water of life is all I crave

Only your word remains